The Journalist

Part 30: The Voice I Missed

So nods. On his body currently has attached recording devices and hidden cameras to record activity in the tent. We can't be this close if we just walk around unprepared.

In a dim vision, I tried to turn my head to the line. It turned out that only So and I were wearing burkak. Some of the girls in front and behind us only used hoods wrapped around potluck. Some are without any head coverings. The camp is a combination of race and religion.

The faces of frustrated resignation can still be clearly seen by me. Those who come here are not volunteers, but because of a compulsion and difficult circumstances. If Zaheera hadn't said so, I would have never known this valuable information, even though I had collided with one of the refugees who had fled from an international aid tent before.

Some officers walked slowly around the queue while looking at the girls with their predatory eyes. One officer stopped right beside me, then looked at me from toe to toe. My posture is fairly high for Japanese men, but make no mistake .. pretty much Middle Eastern women who have a tall body.

The man who was watching me was in front. Several officers began to point to each other which women would accompany them tonight.

"You guys wearing burkak, come here!" orders of one of the officers.

Me and So were stunned. Shit, why should we be the first to be called. This outfit did ease the disguise, but I forgot that it made us look striking from the other girls in line.

So and I just stuck around without making a move, as if we didn't understand the instructions. My breath was held for a moment. My brain starts thinking about plan B, if we can't do the original plan.

"How's this? Are they suspecting us?" whispered So with a voice that was surging from fear.

I calmly said, "We ignore it! Let's just say we don't understand they're calling us."

The officer turned his head back while pointing towards us, then moved his hand as a summoning gesture.

"Hey, come here!" He does the commands in simple language.

We were still unmoved without shifting a bit.

One officer approached us. "You must already know the terms and procedures for taking help. Get to the back!"

Me and So glanced at each other. By force, we moved out of line. We were directed to the back tent by the officer.

"To come here means to agree with whatever we do to you. We'll check your face, if it's ugly, sorry, yes" said the officer who took us like cattle.

We were forced into a tent that was not so spacious. The officer who was there looked surprised to see us coming.

"Why did you bring us a model woman like this?" ask them to complain.

"Hey, just look at it! Who knew they could do the belly dance" said the officer who took us in chuckling.

One officer came closer to me. "Open your face cover!"

I'm unmoving. He re-ruled. I'm still not moving.

"It seems he doesn't understand our language. Why don't we just open it!" One person came closer and was about to open the burkak I was wearing.

I immediately held his hand. He looked at me. His hand tried to pull over my hand, but I immediately twisted his hand back and slammed it in one fell swoop. They were all shocked by the reflexes I made.

"Hey, do you think this is a wrestler's area!" The man approached with anger flaring across his face.

"He's not a refugee! He must be an intruder! Catch and take the burkak!" the command of one of them.

Three people came and advanced simultaneously. I climbed the table and threw a proper kick sweeping the jaws of the three of them. One man tried to catch from the side, but unfortunately lost quickly to me who first jumped. I landed in a bent position next to my feet. They all attacked me from all directions. I lift whoever comes near with the knee-length hijab I wear.

They still haven't given up on arresting me. I'm pretty overwhelmed. I used a folding chair to keep out those who wanted to get close. One man caught me from behind, and put both hands together so as not to move. I stepped on his foot so that I could escape his entanglement. At the same time, I hit him with a folding chair.

One person came back to take a hit, I then went into his armpit. Holding his neck and wrists, I used a deadly fishing technique until his legs were dragged a few steps. This axiom, invites fear for the other officers who were trying to get close to me.

I heard footsteps approaching. I thought it was the UN soldiers assigned to guard the surroundings. They must be aware of the commotion that occurred or maybe consider this tent to be attacked. There's no reason for me to continue if I don't want to get caught or die silly.

I'm looking for a way to escape. At the same time, someone pulled the end of the long khimar I was wearing. Instead of breaking away, I willingly turned towards him, then elbowed under his chin. But apparently he still refused to let go of his hand in my hijab. A part of the khimar cloth was then wrapped around his neck, then I deliberately spun around to make him strangle. He hastily removed the khimar coil around his neck so that I could also come apart.

I quickly got out of the tent to escape. I gasped when So was still standing hiding not far from the tent. So must not want to leave me just like that. I ran, caught up with him who ran first as soon as I saw me out of the tent.

"So, why are you still here? Didn't I tell you to come back first after bringing the girls out?" I asked to balance his run that was never fast.

A light shot towards us, I lowered So's head and we both squatted down to hide. Darkened. Silent. Dibble. That is the state of our hiding place at the moment. So tried to make a sound, but I immediately smothered his mouth with my palm.

Gawat, some other soldiers are coming now doing a sweep around the area!

"Let's go!" We walked squatting among the thickets for several meters.

We stood up and fled together. I raise this cage up to the knee limit to be able to run freely. Burkak that covers my entire face I also raise it up so that the view is clearer. For a moment, I looked back. Oh, my God, So's left behind me.

"So, why can't you run faster!" I said while waiting for him. Yes, So it is indeed very slow in anything! However, this time I understood it because this dress did make us less free.

I approached him and immediately pulled his hand so that it could go faster. But instead, he rejected my hand. Suddenly, I felt something strange and different. The person in front of me is not So!

"Who are you?" ask me with a dark voice.

He just shook with his legs slightly backwards. I think he's part of the refugees in this place who might also want to take help in that place.

"It's not safe for now, hide here for a while! Don't get caught by them if you don't want to be a meal. Be careful!" cold spoken.

I certainly can't stay here. Because, I also have to ascertain whether the So mission is successful or not. Therefore, I turned my body slowly preparing to leave.

"Thanks ...."

The soft, subtle sound made my feet suddenly step up. I froze. The sound not only made my feet appear to be stuck to the ground, but also made this heart seem to fall from its sockets. Of course I still know this voice!

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